"Anyway, we don't bribe, we command," put in Betty. "Grace, we refuse to be trifled with. What have you to suggest? Out with it!"
"You'd better hurry," added Mollie, raising her knitting needle threateningly, "before I spit thee like a pig!"
CHAPTER IV
GRACE SURPRISES HER CHUMS
"I'm not a pig," cried Grace, striving to look dignified, which is a rather difficult procedure when one is being hugged by three pairs of arms at once. "I don't care how many times you spit me, whatever that is, Mollie, but you shan't call me a pig."
"Of course she shan't," said Betty soothingly. "If she does it again, we'll try our hand at this spitting business—"
"Goodness, sounds like a cat fight," chuckled Grace, but Mollie unceremoniously shook her into attention.
"Grace, behave and tell us," she ordered.
"What?" asked Grace aggravatingly, but added hastily as Mollie again raised the knitting needle at a threatening angle: "All right, if you'll just give me space enough to breathe I'll do any little thing you ask."